Date: Tue, 29 Sep 1998 08:25:25 PDT
From: leykopygos@hotmail.com
Subject: Cock Fever Reunion
DISCLAIMER: IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE OR OFFENDED BY SEXUAL ACTIVITIES BETWEEN
MEN DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. THIS SHORT STORY IS A SEXUAL FANTASY. THE
CHARACTERS ARE PRODUCTS OF MY IMAGINATION AN ANY RESEMBLANCE TO AN ACTUAL
PERSON OR CIRCUMSTANCE IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.
COCK FEVER REUNION
Leykopygos@hotmail.com
My Mother's family always made me think of some large biblical tribe.
Mother had eight siblings and enough cousins to fill high school football
stadium. She grew up in the midst of the depression, and living in the
country her playmates were siblings and cousins that lived nearby. I don't
know how much was fact and how much was romanticizing; but my sisters and I
were regaled with tales of her homespun childhood. Dolls made of cornhusks
and twigs, a set of jacks as a prized Christmas present, and of course
walking to school five miles in the snow. She always spoke of her idyllic,
poverty-stricken childhood in the same manner as a holy parable. Growing
up it the suburbs in the sixties, the alien existence she described was
about as incomprehensible as ancient history.
Every summer the family reunion at my grandparents would spread over
several households in the small, north-state mining town they called home.
To me this was the country. We lived in a nice suburb of the closest large
city more than one hundred miles to the south. I was fourteen years old
and my total life experience had been confined to the constrained community
I lived in, where everyone knew everyone's business, so this was an
adventure. Even if we came up here frequently it was always stimulating.
We arrived around mid-afternoon. We were next to the last in the near
family to pull up. Mother immediately set about finding out where we were
to bivouac for the weekend. Mother and Daddy stayed with one aunt, my two
sisters with another with girls their age. The adolescent male cousins and
I were offered two options; we could sleep in the old barn or in tents in
the yard.
William, a cousin a month my junior settled the matter quickly. The barn
was not really in use anymore except for an occasional pony. This sounded
great to me until he spoke up.
"That old barn is full of rats and snakes, no way on earth am I sleepin' in
there." It was decided we would set up tents on the edge of the large
grassy field in back as far from the house as we could get.
My life up to this point was carefully bounded by my parent's
secure moral principles. I had never kissed a girl and couldn't imagine
going further. My contact with men was only slightly less limited. A
close friend used to trade blowjobs with me and let me fuck his butt every
now and then. I was so naive I would just stick my dick in for a minute
and then take it out. He moved away a year and a half earlier and my only
other experiences were furtive lockerroom comparisons and a circle jerk at
Boy Scout camp the previous summer. Jerry, my friend, had tried to fuck me
once but I made him stop because it hurt me too much. That had really
pissed him off because he said his head wasn't even all the way in yet.
That was too bad cause I knew I would split open if he pushed anymore.
Then Jerry moved ending any further experimentation.
Even with this limited experience I knew deep down I was gay. I had
seen an article in 'Life' magazine about the gay lib movement and was
instantly overcome by terrifying self-recognition. (It was a good thing I
got the mail in. The next day the entire article was ripped out.) I had
never been interested in girls; they just seemed soft and whiny to me then.
I wasn't a sissy, but I wasn't a stud either; neither the first nor the
last to be chosen for sports, just dead center. I had a nice, slim body
with only a little definition beginning to show through the baby fat. But
I knew I was cock hungry and it scared me to death. I was absolutely
mesmerized by cocks, and terrified someone would find me out. Everywhere I
went and everything I did cocks had my total attention. Cocks in the
lockerroom, cocks in pictures, cocks in guys pants, cocks in my dreams, I
was totally obsessed with cocks. I constantly stared at the cocks around
me, but was too afraid to make another contact after Jerry. I couldn't
take the chance my peers would find out and ridicule me into social
oblivion. I could stare and dream but couldn't touch.
My self-revelation had made me more timid and shy this past year. As
I stood there at the end of the field I felt naked and afraid, but
electrically charged. From behind me I heard a voice, "Hey, Hank, you're
bunking with me tonight. Come over here and help me put up our tent." It
was my cousin, William.
All my uncles and male cousins were tall lanky southern boys, ugly as
sin or manly handsome pieces of stone. All were working class; none of
Mother's sisters or brothers, and only one of the uncles by marriage other
than my father, had graduated college. They were all into huntin', fishin',
boatin', anything that smelled of the outdoors. They were like animals
from a foreign land to me, musky and stimulating.
William was only a month younger than I was, but was a year behind me
in school. I hadn't seen him since Easter and he had really grown up and
filled out. I had always been a little bigger and was shocked to see he
now stood four inches taller than me and had gotten really beefy. He had a
face similar to a young Pacino though his expression was so stupid looking
that he was adorable.
William had an older brother, Wade, two grades ahead of me in school.
Wade and William went to a big-city, working class school and were street
wise in ways I couldn't imagine. It was suspected they had been all the
way with girls, and had smoked pot. Wade was physically similar to William
but was over six feet tall and could have passed for nineteen. His hair at
the moment was shoulder length, sort of like Prince Valiant. A beautiful,
smooth face, with prominent cheek bones, his look was the typical
hip/rocker clone that my parents forbade me. He was the rough type that I
was afraid even to speak to at school. He was about thirty yards away
setting up his tent.
While I helped set the tent up William made small talk about sports
and a recent camping trip.
"Who else is roughing it out here with us?" I asked.
"Just you and me, here, and Wade and Randal over there." He said.
"Everyone else got real beds or are too small to spend the night out.
We'll have a lot more fun if we're not crowded. We can stay up as late as
we want, maybe raise a little hell." And he winked at me.
I was totally flustered and tied a tent line into a big knot. He
thought I was just afraid of doing anything frowned upon by the adults.
Everyone knew I was something of a goody-goody. I couldn't let him realize
that I had just been overwhelmed by COCK FEVER. I was totally stunned that
Wade and Randal would be sharing a tent just half a football field away.
My imagination raced with all the possible sexual tangles they could get
into. I was terrified that William would read my mind, or sense my
excitement in the night. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep.
Randal, at twenty-four, was the oldest son of mother's second oldest
brother. His family and Williams family had always taken camping trips
together during the summer so they were somewhat tight. He was six foot
seven inches tall, lanky, dark, and drop dead gorgeous. He had just split
with his first wife, and a single adult male was hard to house, which was
why he was camping out with us. He had dark, deep-set eyes, which drew one
in like a vortex. Once when several of us had been out fishing on a large
lake, some younger uncles and cousins had decided to strip naked and go in
swimming. I had intended on going in too, but Randal had undressed facing
me. When I saw the size of his slab of super cock I had sprung an
immediate boner and didn't dare get undressed. Randal's big dick was
nearly six or seven inches soft and bigger around than my wrist. To
further increase my excitement he was uncut. The foreskin almost
completely covered the bulbous, clearly defined head and wrinkled up and
down the length of his thickly veined shaft. As he straightened back up he
pulled on it twice to reposition it. I looked up and saw him watching me.
I looked away and hoped I didn't appear as crazed as I felt. That image
had been a constant one in my fantasies for the last two years. I dreamed
about how big it must get and how it would feel to slide the skin up and
down it. The only other uncut dicks I had ever seen were two guys changing
and showering on the swim team, and they weren't nearly that close, and
nothing like that big. We were right next to each other in the boat and I
was still sitting down with that huge limp snake dangling about a foot in
front of and slightly above my head. I could almost taste the musky man
smell wafting down on me. Now all I could think was that two of my hot
older cousins were going to be sharing a tent tonight. Since William and I
were sharing a tent there would be little chance for me to beat off and no
way I could sleep.
We had to eat dinner that night with the younger kids since the adults
had claim to the big table on the screened-in porch. By the time the din
that was dinner was over I needed some privacy. I took a short walk down
to the creek that ran near my Grandfather's house. I was a little
disappointed that Randal had not arrived yet, but this put no damper on my
over stimulated cock. I thought I might be able to get off by myself and
relieve my aching hard on. I had just started opening my pants when I
heard someone coming down the path. I just managed to straighten back up
as William and Brag, William's younger brother, and another younger cousin
came into view. William was in great spirits tonight.
"Hank, what do you say we sneak over to Aunt(pronounced aint) Mary's
tonight and see if we can scare the girls later?"
"William, that sounds too easy to be any real fun." It certainly
wasn't my idea of fun. "We'll keep that as plan B and hope we can think of
better" At least some activity might cover my total distraction.
The younger cousins wanted to know what we had done with girls before,
and William was in his element. He knew anatomical details about girls of
which I was totally ignorant. More than I even wanted to know. We had
been bullshitting for nearly thirty minutes when Wade and Randal showed up.
Wade was wearing a tight pair of cutoffs with a prominent bulge. His
dick looked to be pulled up and off to the right like a piece of lost
sausage. He had on a tie-dyed purple tank top with a CCR cover design on
front. Randal had come straight here from his desk job in the city and
hadn't changed yet but had taken off his shirt revealing his tee shirt.
The casual double-knit pants were loose and unrevealing except for a hint
of bulge down the left leg.
They joined in the bull session for about thirty minutes then Randal
went up to the house to get a bite to eat. The younger boys were crushed
when they were called up to the house to go to bed leaving Wade, William
and me alone together.
"Did you bring any pot with you?" William asked Wade.
"What's it got to do with you if I did."
"C'mon man let me have at least half a joint tonight."
"No way man. If you don't stop begging I won't let you have any
tomorrow either."
William wasn't happy but he knew better than to argue with his brother
about it. I was dumbstruck. I had never smoked cigarettes, drank, or even
thought about drugs, but with my cousins, it was just another way to pass
time and get some kicks. I did everything I could to hide my state of
confusion. I didn't want them thinking I was a baby or worse yet a sissy.
It was going to be a steamy hot June night. William was pretty bummed
out by his brother's refusal. His mood cast a solemn note on our group as
we walked back up to the house to join the rest of the family. Up at the
house things had quieted down since the younger children had been put to
bed. Everybody sat around talking about family gossip for an hour or so
when I started getting tired. I thought if I got to the tent before
William I might be able to feign sleep when he came to bed, so I got up to
say good-night.
To my chagrin William got up too and said, "Yeah, I'm purtty bushed
too, think I'll call it a night."
We got back to the tent and William started getting undressed. We
each had a sleeping bag but as hot as it was there was no way we could do
more than lay on top of them. For this reason I was very surprised when
William started taking off his cotton jockeys.
"I hope you don't mind me lying here butt naked. It's just too hot to
have anything on my skin. And besides the fresh air feels great." As if
to illustrate he flopped his balls around to give them some air and yanked
on his dick. William's dick was hanging down in front of his balls. It
was thicker at the base and tapered down to a fat circumcised mushroom
head. While I was staring he yanked on it again and it seemed to pulse and
grow.
"Yeah, I love the feel of air or anything else on my big monster."
This brought me jarringly back to reality. To hide my growing agitation
and hard on I turned my back to undress. There was no way I was going to
take off my underwear. I quickly lay face down on my sleeping bag, wishing
it weren't so hot so I could climb in and safely hide my throbbing cock.
Our only light was a boat light, but instead of just turning it out
William cut off the spotlight and turned on the warning light casting the
tent with a dim red aura. I had my head turned the other way hoping I
could act like I was falling asleep, however William would have none of
that. He was in the mood to talk and his favorite subject was sex.
"God I love my dick. Nothing makes me feel as good as my hot rod
does," he stated while poking me in the ribs. "I love to watch my cock
jump and bob as it swells up. I love grabbing a bitch behind her head and
ramming throat deep inside. Don't you just love it? Girls usually think
my cock is smaller than it is because of the way the shaft gets thinner,
then they get a surprise when my big round peckerhead gets in there. When
that big ole knob starts pushing on the back of their throat they go wild."
I had some idea of what they were feeling. All that talk about his
big knob had me near crazed and salivating. The fever took control and I
raised up on my elbows and looked around. It was soft and laying down his
opposite leg. Every five or ten seconds his soft dick would pulse,
thicken, and straighten out a little. He was sitting propped up on his
elbows staring, first at his cock then at me. I was caught in a cock
trance. It was like some mystical wand calling to me. William said
quietly "You can touch it if you want."
I snapped out of the "cocklight zone" as fear gripped my throat. "Why
would I want to do that?"
He looked right in my eyes. "Because its such a beautiful cock. Just
look at it. Doesn't it make you want to reach out and touch it?"
I looked back down at his thickening cock again and my fate was
sealed. I leaned up, reached out and wrapped my hand around his still
flaccid dick. As if hit by electricity his cock jumped in my hand and
swelled up to its full throbbing hardness. It burned in my hand like a hot
iron. It was a little bigger than my own seven incher but not remarkably
so. Even so, it was still the biggest hard dick I had ever seen, much less
held. I stroked my hand up and down and it throbbed and swelled in my
hand. A little bead of clear fluid collected on the head. As I stared at
it William reached down with his finger, scooped up the drop, and raised it
to his open mouth and put it on his tongue. Then he reached back down and
got another drop on the end of his finger. I felt his other hand stroking
the back of my head as his wet finger made its way to my gaping mouth. To
my fascination and horror he inserted his finger and rubbed it over my
tongue. Without thinking I wrapped my lips around his digit and sucked
away. From the first bitter-salty taste of the sticky nectar I was
addicted. But I knew where to get my fix.
I turned over, got on my hands and knees, and aimed the back of my
throat at his upturned dick. As the big helmeted head passed my lips I
paused to run my tongue around it a few circles. This brought a low moan
from William's chest, inciting me to press on. I jammed that hot rod of
fire down my throat. I knew I was going to choke but I could not stop.
William was moaning and oohing like he would blow any second. As I pulled
back, tears trickling down my face, I felt William pulling my underwear
down to my knees. To my astonishment he grabbed my throbbing cock and
said,
"Straddle my face so I can eat you."
I didn't have to be asked twice. I jerked my underwear off my ankles
and placed my knees on either side of his head. As he put his mouth around
the head of my dick, I slid down his dick till my nose was nestled in
sweaty smelling balls and I felt like my throat was going to rip open. I
was determined to give him the sucking of a lifetime. I pulled up until
only his head was inside my mouth then thrust back down, nose deep in his
balls again. The base of his cock was so thick that I thought my lips were
going to tear. But nothing could stop me now.
William's efforts were much less frenzied than mine but he did have
other things on his mind. While I was proving I had no tonsils he had wet
a finger and was rubbing it around the tight pucker of my hole. This drove
me wild and I thrust my dick further into his mouth. As my hips thrust
forward his finger jabbed inside my butt. Before I could even react to
this my mouth was filled with a hot load of come. I thought I would drown
as he spray painted my throat with come. My circuits were fully
overloaded. My swallowing mouth was painfully stretched wide. My cock was
massaged by William's hot mouth. And that finger was teaching my ass new
sensations. The pain at initial penetration quickly subsided and I started
pushing back against it. The other time someone tried to play with my ass,
or to fuck me, it had been too painful, but William was hitting pleasure
points I was unaware of. Before I even realized I was shooting in his
mouth. Each spurt was a new high in pleasure to me. As soon as I realized
what I had done I pulled out real fast. I was afraid he'd hit me for
coming in his mouth. As I continued to shoot all over his chest and
stomach, he just rammed his still hard cock down my throat and pushed his
nose into my ass. His tongue was bathing the soft spot between my asshole
and balls. No one had ever done this to me before and I was writhing with
ecstasy as his tongue flickered up to my pucker my softening dick roared
back to full attention. The tongue fluttered around the rosette and then
thrust through the hole. I swallowed his cock so far down my throat I
didn't think it would come out. I was gagging, it was so deep and I was
still pushing to take more. I was just pulling off to see how his ass was
when he raised his legs up, crossed them behind my head, and pushed my head
back down on his rigid cock. That was fine with me. As his tongue
slithered into my quivering ass his cock speared into my gaping mouth. I
loved the feeling of his legs pushing my head back down. I released
control and let him take over. Before long he had set up and even rhythm.
Every now and then he would pull his tongue out and moan, "Swallow my big
cock," "Feel me in your ass," "Take my big cock." Then he'd thrust his
tongue deep in my ass again. Thrusting in and out in the same stroke as
his big cock in my throat. His words echoed in my brain. In my growing
cock intoxication I could no longer tell what orifice he was fucking with
what probe. I just wanted him to continue. Even when he wasn't talking I
could still hear him, "Take my big dick...big dick...big dick." I was
completely at his will and would do anything to please him. My ass was
open and alive, pushing back on his tongue. I wanted more. I wanted him
to plow my ass with his big cock. I pulled my mouth off his dick.
"William, you wanna fuck my ass?"
"O yeah, cuz, that would be great."
He had me lie on the sleeping bag face down and started tongue bathing
my asshole with a vengeance. I was beginning to have second thoughts. No
one had ever tried to fuck me with a cock that big, but my ass felt hungry
for it. I was totally in the grips of cock fever. As he scooted up I
heard him spit on his hand. He bent down and started kissing the back of
my neck. Then I felt the head of his dick line up with my puckered,
quivering hole. He was really gentle and slow, but as his massive head
started passing my tight anal ring the pain was so searing and intense I
knew I would die. He was trying to be easy with me, taking his time, and
not jamming me, just applying slow steady pressure but I was screaming
inside. Then the big flared edge of his knob popped through. I couldn't
breathe or scream; the pain was too intense. I squirmed to try to get out
from under him. As I scooted forward I dislodged his invader and rolled
over. Tears were streaming down my face.
"Hank, are you OK?" I heard William ask in my pain filled fog.
"I'm sorry man, but you're killing me. You're way too big."
"It's OK. I understand. Wade used to cornhole me but he got too big
and I made him stop. I wouldn't have tried if I didn't think you wanted
it."
"You had my ass so primed with your tongue that I thought I did want
it."
"They say if you do it often enough it doesn't hurt as much."
"Well, that doesn't get me past the first time. And you said you made
Wade stop."
"Well Wade has a bigger dick than I do."
That had my curiosity aroused. "How big is Wade's dick?"
"Man, Wade's big ole tallywacker is about nine inches long. The
head's not big like mine, and he hasn't been cut, but it gets thicker as
you get closer to the base like mine. His gets so thick you can't even
close your hand around it. When he gets hard the skin pulls completely off
the head. Let's beat each other off and get some sleep."
William reached over and pulled on my cock. It pulsed and grew at his
touch. His own cock throbbed in response as if beckoning. My discomfort
and fear disappeared in the heat of my lust. I reached out and grabbed
hold like his cock was a lifeline. He smiled at me and shut his eyes as we
started stroking each other's hardening cocks. As he started to come he
turned on his side, licked the side of my neck and shot across my stomach.
That drove me over the edge. My hot gism spurted out and mixed in with
William's. William threw his arm across my chest and collapsed up against
me.
After we regained our equilibrium William leaned over and licked our
mingled come off my stomach. Then he moved his mouth to mine and kissed
me. My head swam. I had never been kissed by a guy before. The salty
taste of our come as his tongue explored my mouth added even greater spice
to the experience. I thought he was going to suck the breath out of me and
I was willing to let him.
When he pulled away from me he reached into his pack and pulled out a
hand towel for us to clean off with. After we got cleaned up I had a
zillion questions running through my head all clamoring for my attention at
once.
"I thought you liked girls. You sure sounded like you had experience
earlier. Daddy gave me a book about sex but it didn't provide any of the
graphic details you were talking about."
William looked over at me and shrugged. "I'm crazy about girls. I've
fucked several girls in the neighborhood every chance I've gotten. I had
rather have a pussy any day but I don't have a problem with guys helping
each other out when there's not a cunt around. Guys can usually give a lot
better blowjob than a chick. You are one fabulous cocksucker yourself, and
a good firm ass is even tighter than pussy. But it does drive me wild to
eat a girl out or suck on her tit while I'm plowing her. I had rather have
a girl but you have to make do with what you have."
"How was it when Wade used to fuck you? Did you like it?"
"To tell you the truth it hurt, specially when he started getting
bigger. I haven't let him fuck me for almost a year. You felt how much it
hurts. Wade is bigger around than I am at the base and he's at least an
inch and a half longer. I just couldn't take it anymore but it felt sort
of hot too. You know the idea that some guys hot cock is getting off in my
butt. I like cocks; I just like pussy more. I used to fuck around with a
buddy of mine but he got really paranoid and doesn't do it anymore."
My heart was racing. Maybe I wasn't the only person who liked cocks.
I wanted to tell him I thought I was gay but I was too scared.
"Do you know any guys who like cocks better than pussy?"
William looked over at me and paused a minute. "You mean like
queers?"
I took a deep breath, swallowed hard and said "Yeah, like that."
"Hey man to each his own. I don't think it's anyone's business. I
don't want to have a love affair with a guy but any hot stud that likes can
have my dick in a pinch. Down his throat, up his ass, it all sounds good
to me. I don't even mind returning the favor if it's possible. Now Wade
won't do that. All he wants is a hole to cram his cock in. If I had a
steady girlfriend I wouldn't cheat on her with nobody else, male or female.
But as long as I'm single I'm not limitin' any chance to get my rocks off.
Do you think you like guys more?"
Panic surged through my veins. "I don't know. I've never been with a
girl before and I've only given one guy a blowjob, but I only think about
men. I dream about cocks and it scares me to death." A tear streamed down
my face. I could tell William was uncomfortable but he didn't act
repulsed, or pissed off. He looked me straight in the eyes.
"Look Hank, I don't have any answers. If you're queer...and I don't
mean that bad... you have to work it out yourself. I wouldn't announce it
to the world, though, you'd just be asking for trouble. I know what all
these holy rollers and shit kickers would say but I say fuck them. It's
your life and you have to live it on your terms." He squeezed my shoulder
and winked.
"Let's get some shut eye."